The edges on Dawn Powell's novel are sharp enough to cut. No one in this satire of 40's New York escapes her critical gaze. All the characters are morally bankrupt sell-outs and hypocrites, or else they're lunch for the carnivores. All the same, I didn't detest anyone enough to stop reading. Somehow, Powell makes you feel, just a little, for even her shallowest, most venal characters. While her cynicism can be exhausting, I enjoyed her writing very much and look forward to reading more from this underrated author.
"Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out."